A/N: Alright I'll admit it, I own each and every one of these guys...NOT! Seriously, if I did, I sure as hell wouldn't be writing about them. Anyone else watch Miz in the Live Ghost Hunters episode? I mean seriously, only Miz would think it's wise to provoke a spirit the way he was. And he looked adorable...even with the scarf.

As always reviews and constructive criticism is welcomed but flames will be laughed at and then use to light Kevin on fire. And in case you didn't know, this is a SLASH story, meaning man on man loving. Consider yourself warned.

For the last two weeks Kevin had been following Glen around almost invisibly. He knew where he stayed, who he talked to, and who he took back to his hotel room. The last one had caused some serious anger issues for Kevin, although on some level he was pleased that so far they had all been women. One thing puzzled him though, Mark and Glen hadn't been as close as they had been. They booked separate rooms, rented separate cars, even used different locker rooms. And all that together gave Kevin the perfect opportunity to have more fun with him.

He had heard through the grapevine that something had happened to Glen, although no one knew what. Hunter had told him that he had been in the lobby when Glen stumbled in and seen the interaction between Mark and Glen. He said that all he could remember of it was the blood soaked jeans that Glen had on and the almost dead look of him. To hear that put a sick and twisted smile of Kevin's face and filled him with a dark satisfaction. The feeling lasted about a week, and it was from there that he decided to stalk his plaything, looking for the perfect opening.

And that opening became clear to Kevin later that night. He and Scott were sitting in a bar not far from the arena where the WWF preformed earlier in the evening. The guys were just starting to trickle in and Kevin felt his senses prickle and looked up. Glen was standing just inside the door, looking around as if looking for something, or someone. Scott cleared his throat and shot him a dirty look over the rim of his glass. Kevin blushed red at how transparent he was, but he couldn't stop himself from tracking Glen through the crowd.

"Let's go Kevin." Scott said abruptly.

"Why?"

"I know that look. And if you get thrown in jail again over a fight with Calaway, I'm not going to be bailing your beaten ass out. I'll let Bischoff come and get ya."

"I promise, no fighting." Kevin grinned as he continued. "Besides,Calaway isn't even here." Kevin said breezily.

"I mean it Kevin. And just because Calaway isn't here yet doesn't mean that he won't be. You know that he and Jacobs are inseparable."

Kevin bit back a retort and let his eyes drift across the room again. He found Glen standing by the bar talking to some blonde haired woman. Glen smiled and bent down to say something in her ear. Kevin ground his teeth and gripped his tumbler until his knuckles turned white, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from Glen. The woman drug him out the dance floor, her face alight with laughter and Kevin felt his blood slowly start to boil as it rushed through his viens. To make matters worse the next song was a slow one and soon the two were so close that it was almost impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.

Kevin slammed back the rest of his drink and got up from the table, ignoring Scott's questions. He weaved his way through the crowd, staying as far from the couple as he could yet keeping them in his line of vision the entire time. When he finally made it to the bar he curtly ordered another drink, practically growling it to the bartender. The bartender walked away with a mumbled curse, leaving Kevin to his dark thoughts. As he waited for his drink he felt someone approach him from behind and he turned around, ready to rip into the idiot that dared disturb him.

"Nash." Mark said darkly as Kevin cursed his luck.

"Calaway. We really must stop meeting like this, or someone might think that you have a thing for me." As Kevin talked he seen that Glen had seen them talking and was glaring daggers at him. A new plan formed in his mind, putting a smile on his face that he quickly hid as Mark turned and looked at him.

Mark snorted but stood next to him at the bar as he waved the bartender over. The man set Kevin's drink down with a heavy 'thud', spilling half the contents of the glass onto the bar. Kevin growled as Mark smirked at him before gifting the bartender with a friendly, yet somewhat sensual smile as he ordered his own drink. As the man hurried off to get Mark's drink it was Kevin's turn to snort.

"What?" Mark demanded as he turned his attention back to Kevin.

"Nothing. Just noticing how good youare at manipulating people." He said off handedly. "Tell me something though Calaway, how's your lover?" Kevin studied his nails boredly, knowing that he'd struck a nerve by the way Mark stiffened.

"Why?" The word was growled, letting everyone within a three foot radius know that something bad was about to happen.

"Heard through the grapevine that he's been little more than a walking corpse. Yet here tonight he's seducing that pretty little blonde over there." Kevin discreetly pointed over to where Glen and the woman were wound tightly around one another, ignoring the increasing volume of Mark's growl. "I always thought he preferred red heads." He downed the rest of his drink and pushed away from the bar, only to pin Mark to it as he whispered in his ear. "I know I do."

Kevin then licked Mark's ear, feeling him shiver from the contact. He then moved away and left, laughing to himself as he seen Glen working his way over to him, sans the blonde. He worked his way to the bathroom and waited for Glen to catch up with him. When Glen finally slammed into the bathroom, Kevin shut the door and locked it then pressed Glen up against it. He smiled as Glen fought against him, this was going to go so much better than last time.

"Calm down Jacobs." Kevin hissed as he buried his head in Glen's neck.

"Let me go." He said as he stilled.

"Nope. I've missed you." Kevin then nipped the hallow of his throat, reveling in the groan that sounded as if it was torn from Glen. "Miss me?"

"No." He ground out as he tried to push Kevin away.

"Then why were you watching me? And why did you follow me in here?"

"To tell you to leave Mark alone." He growled as Kevin's hands wandered down to his groin.

"Why, are you jealous?"

"No. Just leave my friend alone." Glen tried to fight the sensation of Kevin's hand rubbing against him, but it soon started to cloud his mind.

"And if I don't?" Kevin asked as he unzipped Glen's pants and took him in hand.

"Then I'm going to kick your ass." He shuddered as Kevin started to stroke him roughly.

"Really?" Kevin stopped what he was doing and spun Glen around, penetrating him and pinning him against the door. "Then I'll just have to make your ass mine, won't I?" He ground out as he concentrated on keeping Glen pinned against the door.

Glen tried to push away, to make him stop. But it was just like the last time, Kevin was just a bit stronger and soon the pain from his thrusts weakened him. He felt his legs start to give way and hated that he couldn't stop this. To add insult to the pain, Kevin reached around and started to pull him just as hard as he thrusting into him. He could tell when Kevin got close, his hand was tightening around his shaft and with a pained cry Glen spurted his seed over Kevin's hand and the door. A minute later Kevin came, biting into his shoulder and thrusting as fast and as hard as he could. The pain from it overwhelmed Glen and he passed out, falling limply against the door.

Kevin opened his eyes and looked down at the unconscious man, grimacing at the amount of blood that covered his shaft. With a grunt of disgust he pulled out and walked over to sink. He cleaned himself off then looked back over at Glen, whom had slid down to the floor. With a wicked grin he rolled him over and started to stroke him as he thought about the fight that Glen had put up. Soon he felt himself spasming and watched as his cum splattered the fallen man's face and shirt. After his breathing returned to normal he made sure that he looked normal and unlocked the door.

He opened it a crack and looked out, no one was near so he opened the door and stepped out. He looked over towards his table and seen Scott talking to Shawn and Hunter. Figuring that he'd get a ride from them he headed out to the parking lot. As he reached the door of the bar he looked back and seen Mark heading towards the bathroom. He grinned as he slipped out the door imaging the look on Mark's face when he found Glen on the floor.


Mark hadn't seen Glen head into the bathroom, so when he found Glen passed out on the floor he stopped dead. He was bleeding again, and there was what Mark thought was cum on his face and chest. He balled his fists and walked over to the sink, wetting down a towel. He turned around and headed back over to Glen. Kneeling down he started to wipe his face, hating the fact that once again Glen had been hurt and that he had been able to do nothing to stop it. He got Glen's face clean, but there was really nothing he could do about the shirt.

Mark then tried to wake him, but it was no use. He moved Glen so that if anyone walked into the bathroom they wouldn't hit him with the door. Out in the bar he called a couple of the guys over and said that Glen had drank too much and passed out. They helped move Glen from the bathroom to Mark's car. After he was loaded in, he thanked them and headed towards the hotel, his mind running around in circles. He knew that Kevin had to be behind this some how.

He looked over at the passenger seat and wondered how Glen let this happen. He'd been able to push him away when things got past his control. So why couldn't he do it to Kevin. What was there about the man that made Glen helpless? And what kept bringing Kevin back? As he pulled up in front of the hotel, Mark made a vow that he was going to get the bottom of this and that Kevin was going to pay for the pain that he inflicted on his friend.